I'll be upfront and tell you this post will contain some truth but also some fantasy. I have a suspicion the majority of tales posted here are a mix of a true scenario interspersed with a bit of fantasy. At least you won't have to wonder. I'll clearly distinguish what actually happened from what I wanted to/fantasized about happening if sex were as easy to get for men as it is easy to get for women. It's a confession of how much more of a slut I would be, if I could. lol

I realized today I needed a cock ring, I thought, because it happens from time to time that I can't stay hard for more than five minutes at a time. If I were a two-pump chump, five minutes would be enough. But I'm not. It can take upwards to an hour or more before I come. I've wondered if it's because I masturbate too much or actually have too much sex or actually watch too much porn or all three of those. I was with a FWB earlier today and it took about an hour and a half of stop and start fucking before I coated her pussy with cum.

For whatever reason, my wife was in the mood for sex not long after I'd gotten home from seeing the FWB. We haven't had sex since the summer. I don't get upset about this because I keep a rotation of FWBs to make up for it. I don't need lectures on cheating or infidelity. You're not going to change my mind. What keeps my wife from suspecting anything is I don't tell her no on the rare occasions she wants sex. I've had enough practice outside of the home to give her a mind-blowing time and she's good for another month or two or three (or four). So it wasn't a huge deal that I couldn't stay hard with my wife since I'd already gotten her off several times with my tongue and fingers. But I do have two more women to see this week and I really don't want to have problems with them. This incident with my wife gave me the cover story I needed to pop down to the adult bookstore and get a cock ring.

Yes, Mr / Ms WebMD, I've already consulted my doctor about getting the blue pill. He told me since I can get erections (all the time when masturbating) the problem is in my head and there's nothing physically wrong with me. And I know that's right. In some ways, I'm a bit bored and not inspired by the women in my rotation. Really good looking women are a pain in the ass and take a monumental effort to get them into bed. Forget about regularity with them. They're good looking so they know they can get it anytime from anyone, therefore they don't really want it. That's my experience, anyway.

Get to the point. Right. So I go to the adult bookstore and there's a chick working the register. She's not a knockout. She's what I'd call "attractive enough", meaning I could find something appealing enough about her to fuck her, given the chance. She asked what I was looking for and I said --- without shame or reservation --- a cock ring. I don't get embarrassed anymore. It is what it is, this is a sex shop and I'm not the first or the last dude to ask for a cock ring. She made a recommendation, proceeding to tell me all kinds of details I really didn't care too much about.

To bed a lot of women, you have to learn to engage them in conversation. I've gotten very good at this and I know it. So, as she's talking, I'm taking inventory of the things she's saying and sizing up how good the odds would be of actually fucking her. She's not too attractive, so she isn't being propositioned constantly (Check) ; She goes on to tell me she and her boyfriend are open (Check); He does what he wants and she does what she wants (Check); She fucked him so much that he's tired but she still wants more (Check); Her sex drive is through the roof now that she's changed birth control pills (double check --- I could cum in her) and on and on she goes. At this point, I've stopped listening beyond important bits of information needed to maintain the illusion of listening. I'm actively formulating a strategy of how I can get this chick in a backroom maybe and put my dick in her mouth or in her pussy or both. She's giving me all kinds of details about this cock ring. That's the easiest segue. I'd already told her I knew what they do but never used them before. She opened the door and said I should come back anytime if I had problems with it. She'd be happy to help me find one that works best for me. So, yeah, all I have to do is drop the hint in a non-creepy way, almost like it's nothing sexual but clinical, that it might be an idea for her to just go ahead and show me what to do. You can't just come right out and say it like that, but you can put it out there.

So here's where the fantasy part comes in, and this is what's in my mind as she's going on and on about her open relationship, her girlfriend and whatever else she was talking about. I start thinking I can convince her to just quickly and clinically show me what to do with them. She's the only one in the store, so I'm not sure where this would happen. She'd still have to be able to see when customers come in. But I think there's a security room next to the register with a video feed monitor of the property's cameras. We'd go in there and I'd whip my cock out and let her put it on, or no, better yet, I do all the work and she just watches --- letting the tension build. I start asking a few more questions that makes her really inspect my penis and fit of these rings. The tension will build and of course, the only way you can truly make sure an cock ring works is by an erect penis. I let her know it's fine for her to touch it. She gives it a few strokes and realizes it's much more expedient for her to stick it in her mouth and so she starts sucking my dick. I'd work to get her pants and panties off, turn her around so she could see the monitor (because she is working, of course, gotta make sure customers aren't coming in) then enter her from behind and fuck her until I explode thick cum up in her pussy. Afterwards, she'd lick it clean, we'd get dressed and go back into the main store.

As much as I wanted to see just how far she was willing to go, my wife was expecting me home and I couldn't push it. Not this time. She wouldn't stop talking to me, which only made me even more certain I had good odds of tapping that ass. As I said, I have no fear anymore --- if I had time I would have actively started dropping hints to see where they land. Look, I realized, and you guys should realize it too --- that rejection is neither fatal nor is it final. The worse they can say is "no" at which point you have lost absolutely nothing . You weren't having sex before you asked and you're not having it after. You've lost nothing. But I can tell you plenty of stories from my life where simply having the balls to asked resulted in getting fucked.

Since she left the door open for return visits to talk about the cock ring, I may still put this plan into place and see how it shakes out. Because, really, fucking the adult bookstore clerk IN the adult bookstore --- that's hot. It may not shake out that way, I may just get her number and put her into the rotation of FWBs but you never know til you try.

Stay slutty, Reddit.